Cyros: Hey everybody, this is your resident Flashman here. You know, I’m the one whose personality changes ever other adventure. But it’s not my fault, Wily screwed up when he put my personality in my current body. Yes, current body; he didn’t program jack when he replaced the old Flashman, what was his name… I think it was “Toasta” or something. The point is, there’s a ton that Wily doesn’t know about me, and thankfully he hasn’t bothered to check into it yet. No, I’m not here to tell you everything, but I will reveal just how Wily got a hold of me in the first place…

((Note: This story takes place something back in mid-2004, when things were still very awesome. The means the Mavericks in this story are the members of Maverick Hunter Unit X, not Alpha Movement))

(The scene opens up on three robotic figures outside a two story housing unit. One of them hammers a sign that says “ABANDONED” on the front door)

Boomer Kuwanger: Well, that’s it. The dream is over.

Flame Mammoth: *trumpets sadly* We sure had some good times.

Armored Armadillo: So what happens now? Along with Sparks, we’re the only ones left.

(As if on cue, Spark Mandrill smashes through the boarded up door carrying a large suitcase)

Spark Mandrill: Isn’t it obvious? We don’t belong here! Besides, I’ve got plans to make it big in 21XX!

Boomer Kuwanger: *glares* Using the money you got from selling that book of the damned*, am I right?

(*This occurred in the Halloween 2006 crossover adventure)

Spark Mandrill: *grins* Of course! Hey, there’s my ride!

(A DeLorean rides up and the driver pokes his head out)

Doc: Come on, Spark! The future awaits!

Spark Mandrill: Woo-hoo! I call shotgun! *jumps into the car*

Flame Mammoth: Send us a postcard when you get there!

Armored Armadillo: I don’t think you can mail postcards across time, Johnny-

Spark Mandrill: Sayonara, douche bags!

(Spark and Doc accelerate to 88 miles per hour and break the time barrier, leaving flaming tire tracks. A second later, a postcard appears and lands in Boomer Kuwanger’s hand)

Boomer Kuwanger: *reading* “Greetings from the future, dudes! Sorry it took me so long to write, but guess what? I found another Maverick team and they let me join! Isn’t that crazy? The new Flame keeps mixing Vile up with Boba Fett; it’s hilarious! Oh, the Hunters are attacking again, gotta run. MAVERICKS RULE!”

Armored Armadillo: This seems like a good time to mention that time travel sucks.

Flame Mammoth: Aww, it isn’t that bad you know.

Boomer Kuwanger: Whatever. I’m tired and feel like being alone now. I’m going to the bar.

Flame Mammoth: But-

Armored Armadillo: Johnny, leave him be. We should get going on with our lives.

Flame Mammoth: *nods sadly and begins to walk away, turning back for a moment* Bye Cyros…

Boomer Kuwanger: I really thought I could lead a successful team… I thought I could make a difference… now look at me… alone… useless…

(Boomer stands by himself, brooding. After a few seconds he looks up with no hint of sadness.)

Boomer Kuwanger: Ah screw it, you can’t win them all. Bar time!

(As Cyros dashes off toward the bar, his movements are tracked by a single robot bat. A bat belonging to the nefarious Dr. Wily!)

Wily: So, the rumors were true! There are robots from the future running about!

Bass: Big deal. Looks like just another robot to me.

Wily: Silence! Don’t you see how valuable this ‘reploid’ is?

Bass: Enlighten me.

Wily: You’ve seen the recordings of the X-Force, have you not? These ‘reploids’ harbor strength and power much more than any of the Robot Masters of this era. If I could capture one of them and reprogram it, I can finally destroy those meddlesome rebellious creations of mine that keep foiling my plans!

Bass: Not that it’s hard to do.

Wily: You shut your mouth, right now!

Bass: Why don’t you make me, old man?

Wily: What an excellent idea, Bass! *presses a button*

Bass: What the- *jaw locks into place*

Wily: Hehehe, I knew that button would come in handy. Now, to get to work! *walks off*

Bass: Mmm! MMMMMMMMM!!! *runs after Wily*

(Several hours later, Wily’s saucer appears over Megalopolis)

Wily: Bass! Lower the giant magnet!

Bass: *crosses arms* Mmm.

Wily: Ugh, fine! *presses button* You big baby.

Bass: Never do that again.

Wily: *growls*

Bass: *sighs* Fine, I’m doing it already! *lowers a giant magnet*

Wily: Excellent! *looks in his viewer scope* A-hah! There’s that tall one now!

(Several hundred feet below, Boomer Kuwanger is going down the street while reading an issue of Nintendo Power)

Boomer Kuwanger: *reading* Pokémon Colosseum looks awesome… not to mention the lead girl is a regular hottie. *chuckles*

Wily: Throw the switch!

Bass: Got it.

(The giant magnet powers up and begins to target Boomer Kuwanger)

Boomer Kuwanger: That’s strange. I feel a bit light headed…

(Several metallic objects fly past Boomer, gaining his attention.)

Boomer Kuwanger: What the heck is going- OH SHIT!

(Boomer Kuwanger dives out of the way as a large tanker truck flies by)

Boomer Kuwanger: Where’d that come from!?

Wily: *eyes bulging out* Ack! Turn it off, turn it off!

Bass: I’m trying, but the switch is broken!

Wily: Vhat!?

(The tanker collides into the saucer and explodes, sending Wily and Bass flying)

Wily and Bass: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH- *blink into the sky*

Boomer Kuwanger: *staring* …well that was unusual.

(A little while later, Boomer reaches the Hardman’s bar and sits at the counter)

Hardman: What’ll have?

Boomer Kuwanger: Just a diet coke, please.

Hardman: Sure thing. *hands it over*

Boomer Kuwanger: Much thanks. Cheers!

(A figure in a trench coat walks by and bumps into Boomer, distracting him)

Boomer Kuwanger: Hey, watch it!

Bass: *in disguise* Pardon me, I was in a hurry.

(Wily sneaks by and slips some pills into Boomer drink then makes his getaway)

Boomer Kuwanger: Well be careful next time, okay? *lifts his drink*

Torchman: *barges into the bar* Again! Again those Maniacs beat me! Every single time I try something, they come in and mess everything up!

Person One: Oh, not this guy again.

Person Two: Every single week it’s the same thing!

Person Three: GO HOME, TORCHMAN!

Torchman: You don’t know me! *starts downing people’s drinks*

Hardman: Hey! You have to pay for those-

Torchman: *crying* My life is joke! A JOKE, I SAY! *grabs Boomer’s drink*

Boomer Kuwanger: Hey! Give that back!

Torchman: You’re not my mama! *drinks the soda* You don’t own me-

(Torchman falls to the ground, drugged. The other customers cheer at the welcomed sight)

Boomer Kuwanger: What a light weight… wait a tick, that wasn’t even alcoholic!

(Boomer looks behind him, only to find that the disguised Bass had vanished)

Boomer Kuwanger: Huh. Weird…

(Some time afterwards, Wily and Bass have finished building a trap in the road)

Wily: So once that reploid comes down this sidewalk, the trap door will open and catch him in the Sharkticon pit!!

Bass: Okay, two questions. First off, didn’t you say you wanted him alive? Secondly, where the hell did you get Sharkticons!?

Wily: You know, from that pet store run by those Decepticons. They even gave them to me half price!

Bass: That still doesn't answer my first-

Wily: Shh! Shut up, he’s coming!

(Wily and Bass hide behind a dumpster as Boomer Kuwanger makes his way down the sidewalk)

(Before he could react, Toasta is plugged into the master computer and is stripped of his personality. His body collapses and Mr. Whiz puts him on the nearby maintenance bed.)

Bass: So what are you going to make this weakling into now?

Wily: Weakling? Hardly. Flashman was one of my more competent creations, but after his first defeat by Megaman, he lacked the mind to use his powers effectively. I think Cyros will be a much better suited personality for this body.

Bass: What? You mean that reploid guy we captured two years ago?

Wily: Precisely! I may not have deciphered all of his encoded data, but I managed to pick out the surface details. Plus, I made a few “adjustments” to keep him in line. Whiz, get me the disk!

Mr. Whiz: You got it!

(Mr. Whiz runs off and returns with Cyros’ personality disk. Wily takes it and inserts it into the computer.)

Wily: Computer, upload this personality into DWN-014 Flashman.

Computer: Processing… PROCESSING!

(A stream of data flows across the stream and into Flashman’s head. A few seconds pass before his eyes glow once again with life.)

Cyros: … *blinks* Huh? What…

Wily: Arise, Flashman. Can you hear me?

Cyros: Flashman? *looks at himself* Yeah, that’s me. I feel… funny.

Wily: Oh, I know how to cure that.

(Wily reaches behind his back and pulls out a Pikachu plushie.)

Cyros: *eyes light up* Is that a-

Wily: You like it, yes?

Cyros: *squeals* Pikachu!!!

(Cyros grabs the Pikachu plushie and squeezes it tight.)

Bass: … What. The. Hell?

Wily: *whispering* I found out that he's a fan of Pokémon, so I decided to over-clock his fan boy algorithm like crazy.

Bass: You evil, evil son-of-a-bastard.

Cyros: Pika pika pika, chu!

Wily: Flashman, focus!

Cyros: *blushes* Oh, sorry Doctor Wily.

Wily: You can play with your toys later. Right now I want you to patrol the castle for any intruders! Do I make myself clear?

Cyros: Right now? But I just woke-

Wily: Am I going to have to revoke your TV privileges? I heard the new episode of Pokémon is on tonight…

Cyros: *panicked* I’m going, I’m going!

(Cyros walks off to patrol the castle as Bass and Mr. Whiz go and bring in the next victim.)